I sat on the porch with a book resting in my lap. The heat was unbearable, though I prefered the warmth over the cold. My sister sat next to me, gazing in the distance. Our cat, Diablo, sat next to her with his eyes closed. Demi stroked the animal softly and I occasionally heard him purr.

"Harley?"

Demi's voice broke the silence. I snapped up out of my daydream about the story I was reading, and looked up at her instead. The wind blew her brown hair to one side. "Yeah?" I replied as I put the house Stark bookmarker between the pages. "Do you believe in fate?" she asked.

I didn't take her seriously. I was only 23, for fucks sake. My sister was only 6 years younger than me, though she often asked me for advice. Ofcourse I loved the fact that she trusted me enough to share her secrets to, but I was always afraid to be a bad rolemodel. Fuck, I swore too much, and I was always stubborn. It was in my personality for some reason. I blamed my dad for that.

"Fate? Since when did you become so religious, Dems?" I joked as I closed my book. Demi rolled her eyes and grinned. "Not like that, you idiot. I mean, do you think that some things just need to happen? Like, that's just the way it has to be?"

I was afraid to admit that I indeed did believe in fate. It was stupid. Fate shouldn't bring you down or be the reason why you wouldn't do something. "I don't know, Demi." I admitted with a sigh. "Why?" I wondered as I turned towards her. Demi shrugged. "I just think that, if we would live day by day, instead of having all these childhood dreams, life would be worth so much more."

My brown eyes bored into her blue ones. The fact that she was only 18 and this intelligent, frightened me. The innocence about Demi was something I really liked about her. She had the characteristics that I obviously lacked. "I think you're right.. but how are you planning on changing that? You wanna drive around town and put tumblr quotes with cheesy background on billboards?" I teased. Demi chuckled loudly and stuck out her tongue in response. "I'm not on tumblr that much, you bully! And no, I just.. I don't know, you know?"

My admiration for her grew as she grew older. I wished I had been that intelligent when I was her age, when really, I was just smoking weed and listening to rock music. "You really don't make any sense right now." was my simple response, causing Demi to laugh again.

"Well.. I just. If I would die young for example, because I can't drive or whatsoever, I wouldn't want you be sad about it. Because what we have here, right now.. Those moments count, don't they? That's what matters. That's what important. That's what's real. Not some stupid prospect about you being my bridesmaid."

I listened to her words and smiled, realizing she was right.